Goodbye Uncle Dale
To a man I loved,
Who was kind and good.
I wish you safe passage,
though the road has been long.
The road has been rough,
Uphill more then down.
And though I know your weary,
I know your tired, love,
I wish you safe passage,
To the pearly gate above.
You'll see there,
loves passed on before.
They'll greet you with arms held wide,
And everything will be assured.
Grandma janice will be there,
To hug and kiss away those tears.
So hold you in her arms,
Till your body is again strong.
Uncle mike will heal your heart,
He's the trixter you know.
He'll make Jokes of you old fokes,
But mean not a word of malice.
But here on earth,
were mortals dwell,
The shadow came and across you fell.
Here on earth, we will morne,
for the loss of our uncle,
Now Heaven born.
I wish you safe passage,
My Uncle I adore,
And I want you to know I'll miss you,
till I can see you once more.
My Uncle Dale died last night...Well, I guess more early morning. He died at 1am, a few hours after his youngest son got here to say goodbye. We all felt thats was what he was waiting for, to say goodbye to his son. And I seems that was so. My Uncle Dale was a good and Kind man, He was fun, and cheerful. And even though he had Cancer, that must have hurt him so, when I was younger he'd give me bear hugs, and I'd return them with vigor. He suffered greatly toward the end, and I have tried my best now to cry. When I was saying goodbye, I held his hand tight, and I wished so much that he would look at me.
But he didn't. His eyes, when he did open them, were on a far off place. Not seeing us, But something more. He waited for his son, And now I think him and my grandmother are reunited once again. It's funny though, How I never cried but a few tears when I was sitting there, holding his hands. I heard of his passing, and I nodded, not shedding a tear. But sitting here, writting this all down...I'm blinded by the pain of knowing my Great Uncle is gone, and I will never see him again. At least, not here.
But My sorrow doesn't matter, it was his pain that does. He's out of it now, and for once in these many long long years, he can be at peace, without the pain that he must have felt. I'm sorry you had to suffer so, Uncle. I love you, and I pray for your safe passage to heaven. Goodbye.
Who was kind and good.
I wish you safe passage,
though the road has been long.
The road has been rough,
Uphill more then down.
And though I know your weary,
I know your tired, love,
I wish you safe passage,
To the pearly gate above.
You'll see there,
loves passed on before.
They'll greet you with arms held wide,
And everything will be assured.
Grandma janice will be there,
To hug and kiss away those tears.
So hold you in her arms,
Till your body is again strong.
Uncle mike will heal your heart,
He's the trixter you know.
He'll make Jokes of you old fokes,
But mean not a word of malice.
But here on earth,
were mortals dwell,
The shadow came and across you fell.
Here on earth, we will morne,
for the loss of our uncle,
Now Heaven born.
I wish you safe passage,
My Uncle I adore,
And I want you to know I'll miss you,
till I can see you once more.
My Uncle Dale died last night...Well, I guess more early morning. He died at 1am, a few hours after his youngest son got here to say goodbye. We all felt thats was what he was waiting for, to say goodbye to his son. And I seems that was so. My Uncle Dale was a good and Kind man, He was fun, and cheerful. And even though he had Cancer, that must have hurt him so, when I was younger he'd give me bear hugs, and I'd return them with vigor. He suffered greatly toward the end, and I have tried my best now to cry. When I was saying goodbye, I held his hand tight, and I wished so much that he would look at me.
But he didn't. His eyes, when he did open them, were on a far off place. Not seeing us, But something more. He waited for his son, And now I think him and my grandmother are reunited once again. It's funny though, How I never cried but a few tears when I was sitting there, holding his hands. I heard of his passing, and I nodded, not shedding a tear. But sitting here, writting this all down...I'm blinded by the pain of knowing my Great Uncle is gone, and I will never see him again. At least, not here.
But My sorrow doesn't matter, it was his pain that does. He's out of it now, and for once in these many long long years, he can be at peace, without the pain that he must have felt. I'm sorry you had to suffer so, Uncle. I love you, and I pray for your safe passage to heaven. Goodbye.